I create. I desecrate. I am the one. I equal none.
My presence is a curse, to those at this place.
Irreverent to the scene, a perversely orchestrated machine. Am I selfish when I ask how others view me, or is it a violation to judge others on how they view themselves.
Counter Culture
Sub Culture
Pop Culture
To tactfully dislike this illusion of community; I create myself, distance myself, sick of this illusion based on over self-indulged rightousness.
How they judge themselves more pure than the rest of society, an illusion created by the
imaginary dissection of a cog
forever perpetuating the movement
of the American capitalist Machine
©️ Jacob Pickard. 2026. Written ~mid 1990’s about the MKE/Madison, WI, punk scenes.
Ecoheretic 